au where sirens cant sing for shit but lure thousands of men into the ocean and to their death by making sweeping statements like ‘listen! all men are terrible at swimming! its just genetics! if you think im wrong why dont you come over here and fight me’ and then waiting for them to yell ‘not ALL men’ and hurl themselves overboard
you’re eating lunch in alexandra gardens. a swan snatches at your sandwich. suddenly there are two swans. four. eight. the swans keep coming. their feathers block the light. more swans keep coming. their beaks are so sharp.
you’re standing on princes bridge. below in the muddy water, something moves. waiting.
the wind stops and the sun comes out. “typical melbourne weather,” you laugh. the sun disappears again. clouds form. the rain starts. it’s red. “good thing i wore layers.” the rain burns your skin. your umbrella is melting.
attention, passengers. the train on platform three is not taking passengers. attention, passengers. the passengers on the train on platform three are not real. attention, passengers. do not look into their eyes.
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man i have some really weird + probably kind of unhealthy self worth stuff about my art
basically a hell of a lot of my self worth is based on how good i am at art and specifically if i am the best at art
it isn’t usually a problem bc i’ve never really met someone irl who was loads better at art than me?? like i was the best at art in primary school + at high school there are people as good as me but not better.. but like this makes me worried about university?? bc i don’t want to feel like shit because other people are better at art than me (although apparently my solution to this is to practise and get better a shit ton this year so idk if that’s necessarily a bad thing)
but basically what this means is i just spent 10 minutes looking up how old this one korean artist is
